They say that blood is thicker than water, and I guess that’s so. Still, water evaporates, and the supply of blood for any one individual is limited. But, the feelings one has for the love of his or her life never evaporates and has no limit, none. I am living testimony to that great truth. My dad, Philby Carter, married Xena Westbrook in 1964. I came along a year later, and joined my brother—a product of mom’s first marr...

The excitement in the air was palpable in January 2016, when the Denver Broncos won the AFC championship game against the New England Patriots, in front of a home crowd in Denver. The Broncos were headed to the Super Bowl once again, to try to win their first title since the win in 1999, when I was only seven years old. My name is Jared, and I was born and raised in the upscale Highlands Ranch suburb, about twelve miles s...

Brad and I had been fuck buddies for four months and I found myself sneaking away to St. Augustine as often as possible to see him. At my high school, I was still trying to regain my innocence after everyone found out that I cheated on Steve. At seventeen years old, I had been written off as a whore by pretty much every girl who wasn't already a close friend. Hoping to disassociate myself from that word, I had sworn off h...

I really don’t know how it happened. There were moments when my thoughts were icy clear and I knew exactly what I should say, but when I opened my mouth nothing came out. Instead I went along, I complied. Mona would say she simply opened a door and I walked through. But into what? I felt . . . I felt . . .. I don’t know what I felt. Mona would say I felt free. And therein lies a tale. I’m just an average guy, a 36-year-ol...

“Gods should be exempt from human passions.”-Euripides, “The Bacchae”***Eros arrived. He could already tell he had quite a mess on his hands. There were two of them, a man and a woman, both in love with the other, though neither knew it yet. Eros plucked the string on his bow over and over (an idle gesture that annoyed friends, but helped him concentrate) while the two humans slept and the red numbers of the clock glowed...

Tammy Johnson drove into the long drive way of the well kept large house in the better suburb of Belle Vue. There was a pickup truck parked at the top of the drive. 'Johnston Constructions' read the sign painted along the tray of the rig. Her husband's Cadillac was parked next to it.  "What is that silly old bastard doing to the house now?" she questioned under her breath. Tammy had been a trophy wife to Duke Johnson for...

This story is completely fictional. The alarm clock rang. 5:00 am. I reached over and slapped the snooze. It was May 1st, the time of year that I hated getting up early. I am a teacher, and while I love my job, between Spring Break in March and Memorial Day, we had no days off. Everyone, teachers included, were ready for a break and the end of the school year. I got up, showered, dressed and headed to the kitchen to eat b...

I knew Maggie was pissed. She spent a lot of time putting together all her wedding plans, as most brides do. But now she found herself mostly through her own reception, and her new groom was hammered in the first degree. Not only was he wasted, he was overtly giving attention to anything with tits who stopped to wish him well. She shouldn't have been totally shocked. That's how Clint always was. He was a young doctor who...

Lori was a very beautiful young bride as she walked down the aisle toward her soon to be husband. Her white gown helped accentuate her deep blue eyes and long blond hair. Her breast filled her gown to near overflowing. A good bit of her cleavage was spilling over the top of her gown's bodice. The form fitting gown wrapped around her firm body and offered a nice view of the shape of her tight butt. The gown's short train f...

Having just had sex with a man not my husband for the first time since I met my Terry, our ride home was, at best, awkward. Not much had been said between us since Terry and Darcy came downstairs after our first swap. When I kissed Terry I could taste Darcy’s juices on his lips. He whispered in my ear that he loved me. We said our goodbyes and went to the car. The silence in the car was broken by Terry asking me if we wer...

I don't know what it was, but this entire week that has made me so very horny. The only real salvation was in a swinger’s party planned for Saturday. It had been a typical work week and home life was nothing special. I then realized that we wouldn't be going to the party on Thursday. The Patriots have a playoff game. I told a few of my play friends that I was miserably horny, with no relief in sight. Lately, Joe has been...

In Part 1 of this story I described that my name is Frank, and I am a seventeen-year-old Aussie boy living in Sydney, in my twelfth year in high school, or what would be a senior in the US. I am five feet and ten inches tall and weighed one hundred and eighty-five pounds. I was average looking, but sometimes received compliments on having a cute face and a nice smile, and everyone said that I look younger than my age. I w...

One day when Maggie and I were out hitting the bars and having a good time, we ran into a couple of our friends, Don and Ken. Ken was Maggie's boyfriend and fucking her at every chance when he managed to get away from his wife and sneak up to our place. Don was his friend and neighbor. He wasn't married and had tried to fondle Maggie a couple times while we had been staying with Ken before he got married. As they were bes...